Mo Rao nodded and obediently ate the porridge.
She sat there with a big thermos in her small hand. Even the way she ate the porridge was very cute, like a little hamster.
It had been a long time since he had held hands with her.
"President Fu…" Gu Hai looked at his boss sympathetically.
The delicacies that he had given Mo Rao had been poured into the trash can. At this moment, a dog that had run out was eating it happily.
The porridge sent by the other man was finished by Mo Rao.
How couldn't he understand? It was simply a slap in the face!
"Look, your face has food smeared on it." When Mo Yuan saw the porridge at the corner of his sister's mouth, he took a piece of paper and wiped it for her.
Mo Rao didn't refuse and obediently let him wipe her mouth.
